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THERE  IS  ONE  GREAT  SOCIETY  \ 
ALONE  ON  EARTH 


THE  NOBLE  LIVING  AND  THE     ' 


VICTORY 
CROWNED 

BY 

PAGE  FELLOWES 

Author  of  "A  Key  To  Happiness" 
With  an  Introdu&on  by 

HORATIO  W.  DRESSER 


**  Whosoever  ....  belie veth  in  Me 
shall  never  die." 


Copyright,  1916 

By  PAUL  ELDER  AND  COMPANY 
SAN  FRANCISCO 


Appreciation  is  rendered  to  the  Messrs.  Fleming  H. 
Rcvcll  Company  for  the  Dr.  Patterson  Smith,  Dr. 
Charles  Cuthbert  Hall  and  Hugh  Black  selections; 
to  Charles  Scribner's  Sons  for  the  Robert  Louis 
Stevenson  poem  "Requiem";  to  Gay  and  Hancock, 
Ltd.,  for  the  Lilian  Whiting  selections  in  "Lilies  of 
the  Eternal  Peace;"  to  Dodd  Mead  and  Company 
for  the  Hamilton  Wright  Mabie  selection;  to  John 
Lane  Company  for  the  Stephen  Phillips  selection 
from  "The  New  Inferno";  to  George  H.  Ellis  Com- 
pany for  the  James  Freeman  Clarke  selections;  to 
The  New  York  American  for  the  Rev.  R.  J.  Camp- 
bell selection;  to  the  John  Murphy  Company  for  the 
James  Cardinal  Gibbons  selections;  to  Horatio  W. 
Dresser,  Dr.  Frank  Crane,  Hutchins  Hapgood, 
Carolyn  Frevert,  EUa  Wheeler  Wilcox,  Francis  L. 
Garside,  and  other  authors  for  like  courtesy. 

PAGE  FELLOWES. 


To 

my  father  and  my  br other > 

whose  noble  deeds  inspire  my 

undying  gratitude  and 

devotion. 


A  Few  Remarks 

I  AM  NOT  a  Spiritualist  and  I  do  not  desire 
supernatural  appearances.  The  life  of  the  spirit 
may  be  lived  now  and  here  under  the  conditions 
appointed  for  it.  The  life  of  the  spirit  beyond 
death  has  its  own  conditions  which  we  do  not  know 
in  full.  That  is  the  teaching  of  the  Bible  and  it  is 
the  wise  and  normal  instinct  to  live  the  spiritual 
life  now  according  to  the  law  that  has  been  laid 
down  for  it.  To  the  degree  we  demonstrate  the 
understanding  of  this  spiritual  Jaw,  do  we  become 
conscious  of  the  natural  divine,  ever  present  revela- 
tions of  eternity . 

My  object  in  presenting  this  book  to  the  public 
is  the  hope  that  any  doubting  one  may  be  convinced 
that  the  life  beyond  is  real.  Life  is  the  same  yes- 
terday,  today  and  forever.  This  truth  can  be  realized 
here  and  now  and  the  individual  consciousness  of 
our  at-one-ment  with  this  life  (God)  establishes  our 
individuality.  If  perchance  any  of  my  brothers 
and  sisters  are  helped  on  their  journey  by  a  single 
selection  from  its  contents ,  /  shall  consider  myself 
amply  rewarded  for  the  love  and  labor  expended 
upon  the  book. 

PAGE  FELLOWES. 


VII 


Each  day  is  a  manifestation  of  the  Divine. 

PAGE  FELLQWES. 


Introduction 

^  UR  AGE  is  witnessing  a  great 
revival  of  interest  in  the  future 
I  life.  The  increasing  number 
\  of  books  on  the  subject  gives 
( evidence  of  this,  also  the  con- 
stant  demand  for  such  books 
*  in  our  public  libraries. 
^  Many  people  are  breaking 
j  away  from  traditional  teach- 
ings concerning  immortality 
and  venturing  to  think  for  themselves.  Others 
place  significant  emphasis  on  individual  experi- 
ence as  the  clue  to  right  thought  on  the  subject. 
We  are  perhaps  in  danger  of  intellectual  con- 
fusion,  amidst  the  varied  theories  now  under 
consideration.  Whoso  would  trust  himself  to 
take  inner  or  psychical  experience  as  his  guide, 
must  have  a  standard  by  which  to  test  all  "intima- 
tions of  immortality,"  and  all  interpretations  of 
psychical  experiences  as  supposed  proofs  of  the 
future  life. 

What  is  needed  in  the  first  place  is  a  more 
intelligible  way  of  thinking  about  the  present  mode 
of  existence.  If  we  cherish  the  idea  that  conscious- 
ness is  a  product  of  the  brain,  the  soul  a  filmy 
appearance  sometimes  visible  at  death,  we  are 
likely  to  make  little  headway.  Sound  thinking 
starts  with  the  conviction  that  the  soul  is  the  primary 
reality,  while  the  brain  is  the  instrument  of  expres- 
sion of  consciousness,  not  the  source  of  conscious- 

[IX] 


Introduction 

ness.  Starting  thus,  we  may  think  from  within 
outward,  viewing  the  fleshly  round  of  experiences 
as  means  of  expression  and  development. 

From  this  point  of  view,  the  spiritual  world  is  a 
reality  here  and  now,  not  a  far-off  realm  to  be  en- 
tered when  we  cross  life's  supposed  "strait"  to  be 
plunged  into  eternity.  The  soul  already  lives  in 
eternity,  in  the  spiritual  world;  while  death  is 
only  the  dropping  of  bonds  and  relations  uniting  us 
with  the  external  world. 

Since  the  spiritual  world  is  thus  near,  our 
friends  who  have  "crossed  the  border"  once  so 
dreaded \  are  near  too.  Spirits  and  angels  are  not 
different  in  kind  from  ourselves,  but  are  human 
beings  who  once  tenanted  the  flesh.  Some  of  these 
are  more  highly  developed  than  we,  because  of  their 
freer  life,  and  from  them  we  may  expect  guidance 
and  assistance  according  to  need,  receptivity,  and 
affinity.  Those  friends  with  whom  we  are  in 
closest  affinity  in  this  life  are  the  souls  we  are  most 
likely  to  recognize  in  the  future.  Our  affections  and 
affinities  already  unite  us  with  spirits  and  angels 
with  whom  we  are  akin.  Our  real  inmost  char- 
acter, love,  wisdom,  pertains  to  the  soul,  hence 
will  survive  the  transition,  and  form  the  basis  for 
our  fuller,  freer  life. 

From  this  point  of  view,  life  is  constant  progress 
through  the  fleshly  round  and  beyond,  without 
limit,  in  so  far  as  we  arrive  at  spiritual  knowledge, 
and  take  our  spiritual  opportunities.  We  have 
already  begun  to  "inherit"  immortality  if  we  have 
begun  to  know  ourselves  as  souls,  to  serve  our  fel- 
[x] 


Introduction 

lawmen  as  souls.  To  the  extent  that  we  thus 
arrive  at  spiritual  self -knowledge  the  experience 
known  as  death  should  be  an  easy  and  natural 
transition ,  no  longer  to  be  feared,  because  we  know 
its  law.  We  may  then  drop  the  idea  of  death 
altogether  and  dwell  in  '  the  great  transfiguring 
thought  of  life,  the  fullness  of  life  for  which  we 
exist. 

This  thought  of  the  continuous  life,  ever-present, 
ever-developing,  should  lift  our  thought  above  the 
level  of  material  evidences  and  alleged  proofs  or 
manifestations.  The  sure  possession  of  intelli- 
gible thought  about  immortality  is  far  higher  in 
value  than  supposed  proof.  If  already  in  the 
current  whose  immortal  tide  flows  on  without  a 
break,  that  current  is  the  proof,  the  best  we  could 
ask  for.  All  attempts  to  demonstrate  immortality 
by  means  of  an  argument  are  forever  secondary. 
Psychical  experiences  may  be  evidence  in  point,  but 
they  are  not  proofs.  All  depends  on  our  power 
to  see  their  meaning,  to  hold  to  our  conviction  that 
the  spiritual  world  is  here  now.  From  the  vantage- 
point  of  this  conviction  we  may  test  both  our  ex- 
periences and  our  thoughts.  Clear  in  our  own 
thought^  we  may  extend  the  same  ideas  to  others. 
Living  in  the  conviction  that  the  spiritual  world  is 
a  near-by  reality,  we  may  touch  others  with  life 
and  conviction  by  our  faith.  A  word  from  inner 
experience  will  thus  convey  to  another  the  starting- 
point  of  a  new  consciousness.  That  consciousness 
will  grow  in  so  far  as  each  person  holds  fast  to 
the  thought  of  the  soul  as  the  starting-point,  the 
[XI  | 


Introduction 

soul  as  already  a  denizen  of  the  eternal  world,  one 
with  all  who  are  inwardly  akin. 

Finally,  the  present  life  is  the  rightful  starting- 
point  because  in  it  we  learn  that  action  leads  to 
reaction,  virtue  is  its  own  reward.  If  already  suffer- 
ing consequences,  or  reaping  rewards,  we  may 
know  that  the  future  life  will  be  like  the  present  in 
these  respects.  Our  next  existence  will  undoubt- 
edly begin  where  this  one  ceases,  with  our  acquired 
character  as  its  basis.  Whatever  degree  of  heavenly 
happiness,  power,  or  wisdom,  we  may  have  ac- 
quired will  still  be  ours  as  the  foundation  of  a 
new  beginning.  Heaven  cannot  be  taken  away 
from  us,  so  far  as  already  earned.  Hell  cannot 
be  thrust  upon  us,  so  far  as  we  have  arrived  at  years 
of  discretion.  Nor  can  we  be  deprived  of  inner 
affinities  and  associations.  In  all  these  respects 
we  have  a  basis  of  sure  trust,  and  may  face  the 
future  with  calmness.  Such  a  faith  should  find  us 
increasing  in  inner  peace  as  the  years  pass,  more 
fully  enjoying  the  benefits  of  our  natural  existence, 
more  fit  to  serve,  and  also  more  ready  for  whatever 
new  test  of  faith  the  future  may  have  in  store. 
HORATIO  W.  DRESSER. 


:xn] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


HE  PERMANENT  thing  in  everything  is  the 
unseen  part  of  it.  The  sound  of  the 
word  dies  upon  the  passing  wind  and 
the  thought  it  carries  lives!  The  out- 
ward form  of  music  is  momentary  and  the  beauti- 
ful conception  remains.  The  canvas  fades  and 
the  stone  crumbles,  but  the  vision  in  the  soul  of 
the  artist  dies  not.  The  world  of  sense  and  sight 
and  sound  is  only  appearance,  but  the  thought  of 
it  is  fact.  The  material  changes  ever,  but  the 
spiritual,  the  inspirational,  the  ideal,  the  imagi- 
nation lives  in  endless  life. 

HUGH  BLACK. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 
REQUIEM 

NDER  the  wide  and  starry  sky, 
Dig  the  grave  and  let  me  die 

Glad  did  I  live  and  gladly  die 
And  I  lay  me  down  with  a  will. 

This  be  the  verse  you  grave  for  me — 
Here  he  lies  where  he  longed  to  be, 

Home  is  the  sailor,  home  from  the  sea. 
And  the  hunter  home  from  the  hill. 

ROBERT  Louis  STEVENSON. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


OUR  other  garments,  these  bodies 
serve  a  temporary  purpose;  when  that  is 
accomplished  they  are  to  be  laid  aside, 
possibly  with  no  more  sense  of  loss  than 
we  have  at  parting  with  our  worn  out  clothing, 
and  the  soul  will  return  to  Him  who  gave  it. 

ALFRED  GATTY. 


151 


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HE  Catholic  Doctrine  of  the  Communion 
°f  Saints  robs  death  of  its  terrors;  while 
the  reformers  of  the  sixteenth  century, 
in  denying  the  Communion  of  Saints, 
not  only  afflicted  a  deadly  wound  on  the  Creed, 
but  also  severed  the  tenderest  cords  of  the  human 
heart.  O,  far  be  from  us  the  dreary  thought  that 
death  cuts  off  our  friends  entirely  from  us.  Far 
be  from  us  the  heartless  creed  which  declares  a 
perpetual  divorce  between  us  and  the  just  in 
Heaven. 

JAMES  CARDINAL  GIBBONS. 


[6] 


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I  MUST  confess,  as  the  experience  of  my 
own  soul,  that  the  expectation  of  lov- 
ing my  friends  in  heaven  principally 
kindles   my   love    to    them    while   on 
earth.     If  I  thought  I  should  never  know,  and 
consequently  never  love,  them  after  this  life,  I 
should  number  them  with  the  temporal  things, 
and  love  them  as  such;  but  I  now  delightfully 
converse  with  my  pious  friends  in  the  firm  per- 
suasion that  I  shall  converse  with  them  forever; 
and  I  take  comfort  in  those  that  are  dead  or 
absent,  believing  that  I  shall  shortly  meet  them 
in  heaven  and  love  them  with  a  heavenly  love. 

RICHARD  BAXTER. 


1-7.1 


VICTORY  CROWNED 
THE  BLESSINGS  OF  BEREAVEMENT 

^—      — ^T  MAY  seem  almost  like  cruelty  to  say 
it,  but  there  are  compensating  bless- 
ings in   the  loss  of  our  friends.    It 
**~      "x.  seems  like  an  unmitigated  loss  when 
they  go  from  us,  but  a  little  reflection  and  some 
faith  and  philosophy  will  show  another  side  to 
the  question.    Nothing  compensated  for  their 
going,  but  we  can,  if  we  will,  see  some  solace, 
some  comfort  in  our  grieving. 

While  they  are  in  the  flesh,  in  this  plane  of 
life  in  which  we  live,  we  have  so  many  chances 
for  misunderstandings,  so  many  things  to  drive 
us  apart.  But  when  they  go  they  are  our  per- 
ennial friends,  nothing  can  ever  come  between 
us,  nothing  can  drive  us  apart.  And  how  highly 
idealized  they  are.  The  years  do  not  assail 
their  beauty,  nor  does  time  ravage  their  at- 
tractiveness to  us.  Rather  with  the  years,  they 
grow  in  grace  and  charm  to  our  remembering 
hearts.  Whose  saints  so  dear,  so  perfect,  as 
those  we  cherish  and  long  to  know  again  ?  Whose 
loves  so  choice  and  unapproachable  as  ours? 

And  then  it  is  true  too,  that  we  find  some 
strange  alchemy  at  work  within  our  inner  life. 
The  loss  would  seem  to  tend  to  harden  us  and 
make  us  bitter,  and  sometimes  it  does,  but  for 
most  part,  the  souls  that  have  suffered  most 
keenly  come  at  last  to  their  own.  The  hardness, 
the  bitterness  against  life  and  people,  the  cyni- 
cism and  the  hatreds  are  done  away;  our  souls 
[8] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

are  somehow  transmogrified,  purified,  sweetened. 
Prosperity,  health,  a  constant  union  with  one's 
friends,  never  gave  that  sweet,  elusive  perfume 
to  character  that  comes  so  often  from  a  great 
loss  that  cuts  to  the  center  of  one's  life. 

And  death,  that  grim  visitant,  whom  we  fight 
to  the  last  ditch,  has  his  treasures  that  he  leaves 
to  us,  after  all.  He  leaves  us  memories  at  least 
which  are  as  dear  as  anything  that  we  can 
imagine.  He  takes  a  little  child,  and  forever 
after  there  is  the  sweet  innocence  that  is  unsullied 
with  the  world,  has  never  been  coarsened  by  the 
experience  which  worked  such  havoc  with  the 
most  of  us.  Or  the  summons  comes  to  one  in 
the  very  maturity  of  his  powers.  That  is  a 
shock  to  us  and  reminds  us  of  the  utter  uncer- 
tainty of  our  tenure  of  life.  But  death  gives 
us  this  comfort  even  here,  that  the  loved  one 
has  never  shown  before  our  eyes  the  loss  of  one 
smallest  part  of  his  glorious  vitality,  and  decay 
has  never  set  in  to  show  how,  after  all,  our  be- 
loved was  but  a  part  of  a  fading  world.  Or  even 
if  the  call  awaits  the  day  when  age  has  come 
and  the  heavy  finger  of  time  has  carved  its  none 
too  attractive  lines  upon  our  friends'  faces,  and 
mental  breakdown  has  come  and  the  soul  is 
shrouded  and  unable  to  commune  with  us,  even 
then  we  have  a  subtle  compensation  when  the 
great  change  had  been  wrought.  Who  has  not 
seen  upon  a  face,  where  for  months  we  have  seen 
nothing  but  weakness  and  senility,  a  wondrous 
and  serene  dignity  and  beauty,  as  if  the  soul, 

[9] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

having  left  the  earthly  form,  has  seen  the  hea- 
venly vision  and  been  satisfied  ?  Once  the  rooms 
and  halls  of  our  earthly  habitations  gave  them 
welcome.  Now  we  have  to  visit  with  them  in 
the  rooms  and  halls  of  memory.  It  is  not  so 
satisfying  to  our  ordinary  sense,  but  it  is  a  ques- 
tion if  we  do  not  come  nearer  to  them  in  memory, 
than  often  times  we  did  in  the  sense-world. 
Certain  it  is  that  there  we  have  them  all  our  own. 
We  can  talk  with  them,  can  cherish  them,  have 
them  for  our  very  own  and  no  one  can  take  them 
away  from  us.  And  heaven  dips  a  little  nearer 
to  us  because  they  are  there  and  awaiting  our 
approach  to  them.  Excursions  we  make  now 
up  into  the  heavenly  courts,  where,  when  they 
were  with  us,  we  never  thought  on  the  great 
problems  of  immortality,  or  thinking,  banished 
the  idea  as  utterly  unworthy  a  thinking  man  who 
ought  to  be  better  occupied  with  more  provable 
things.  But  now  we  do  not  need  the  proof. 
They  exist,  of  that  we  are  sure,  for  such  as  they 
could  never  die  and  we  build  our  heaven  afresh 
and  fill  it  full  of  every  desirable  dream  of  bliss 
that  they  may  have  enough  and  to  spare  for  us 
when  we  shall  arrive. 

And  so  we  come  to  think  that  maybe  the 
breaking  of  our  hearts  will  be  like  the  breaking 
of  the  precious  vase  of  Spikenard.  The  heart  is 
broken,  truly,  but  there  are  wonderful  compensa- 
tions about  it,  wonderful  results  that  we  must 
dwell  upon  while  we  are  still  here  in  this  lower 
region  and  not  in  the  continuing  city  which  is  to 

[10] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

come.  There  are  to  be  exquisite  perfumes  that 
are  to  be  spread  abroad  from  our  hearts.  There 
are  to  be  anointings  for  mystical  purposes,  which 
we  do  not  half  appreciate  as  yet.  God  has  strange 
ways  of  dealing  with  us.  He  knows  our  loves 
and  needs.  He  does  not  willingly  afflict  nor 
grieve.  He  has  seen  fit  to  break,  for  a  reason, 
our  intimate  associations.  Be  sure  that  He  will 
assuage  our  bitter  grief  if  we  will  allow  Him  to 
have  His  way.  And  be  sure  that  comfort  is  not 
so  far  from  us  as  we  foolishly  imagine.  Our 
Father  cannot  utterly  forget  us  and  our  need. 

Perhaps  you  have  heard  of  the  method  strange, 
Of  violin  makers  in  distant  lands, 
Who,  by  breaking  and  mending  with   skillful 

hands, 

Make  instruments  having  a  wider  range 
Than  was  ever  possible  for  them,  so  long 
As  they  were  new,  unshattered  and  strong. 
Have  you  ever  thought  when  the  heart  was  sad, 
When  the  days  seem  dark  and  the  nights  un- 
ending, 

.That  the  broken  heart,  by  the  Father 's  mending, 
Was  made  through  sorrow  a  helper  glad. 
Whose  service  should  lighten  more  and  more 
The  weary  one's  burdens  as  never  before? 
Then  take  this  simple  lesson  to  heart, 
When  sorrows  crowd,  and  you  cannot  sing: 
To  the  truth  of  the  Father's  goodness  cling; 
Believe  that  the  sorrow  is  only  a  part 
Of  the  wondrous  plan  that  gives  through  pain 
The  power  to  sing  a  more  glad  refrain.  -    A.  W.  R. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


we  know  each  other  in  the  next 
world?  Yes,  far  better  than  we  know 
each  other  here.  The  progress  of  man 
implies  a  more  intimate  knowledge  oj 
his  fellow-man.  Animals  seem  to  know  each 
other  chiefly  in  their  external  relations.  Man, 
in  his  lower  state,  does  not  enter  very  deeply  into 
the  souls  of  those  nearest  to  him.  As  he  ascends, 
he  knows  them  better.  He  understands  more  of 
their  character,  hopes,  purposes,  needs,  qualities, 
defects,  and  so  is  able  to  help  them  much  more 
effectually.  But,  still,  how  little  we  know  of 
each  other,  how  difficult  is  communication,  how 
hard  to  tell  what  is  within  us!  How  we  misun- 
derstand each  other!  How  we  misinterpret  each 
other's  motives!  How  seldom  comes  an  hour  of 
real  intercourse,  when  soul  speaks  to  soul!  But, 
in  the  higher  world,  I  believe  we  shall  enter  easily 
and  naturally  into  the  most  intimate  communion, 
shall  know  as  we  are  known.  There  all  dis- 
guises and  concealments,  all  diffidence  and  dis- 
trust, shall  fall  away  from  the  soul;  and  we  shall 
have  the  joy,  perhaps  the  highest  joy  we  have 
known  on  earth,  of  coming  into  the  intimate  union 
of  those  we  love.  The  heart-rending  misunder- 
standings of  this  life  will  cease.  The  cruelties 
born  of  ignorance  will  be  no  more.  The  harsh, 
cold,  bitter  judgments  we  pass  on  each  other  will 
be  left  behind. 

JAMES  FREEMAN  CLARKE. 

[12] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


HE  recognition  must  be  something 
spiritual  and  not  depending  on  visible 
shape.  Even  here  on  earth  much  of 
our  recognition  is  spiritual.  Soul 
recognizes  soul.  We  recognize,  in  some  degree, 
good  and  evil  character  of  souls  even  through  the 
coarse  covering  of  the  body.  We  instinctively, 
as  we  say,  trust  or  distrust  people  on  first  ap- 
pearance. 

Call  it  instinct,  insight,  intuition,  sympathy, 
what  you  please,  it  is  the  spiritual  vision — soul 
recognizing  soul.  If  that  spiritual  vision,  apart 
from  bodily  shape,  plays  so  great  a  part  in  recog« 
nition  here,  may  it  not  be  all-sufficient  there? 
J.  PATTERSON  SMITH. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 
PROSPICE 

HEAR  death?— to  feel  the  fog  in  my  throat, 
The  mist  in  my  face? 
When  the  snows  begin,  and  the  blasts 
denote 

I  am  nearing  the  place, 
The  power  of  the  night,  the  press  of  the  storm, 

The  post  of  the  foe; 
Where  he  stands,  the  Arch  Fear  in  a  visible  form, 

Yet  the  strong  man  must  go; 
For  the  journey  is  done  and  the  summit  attained, 

And  the  barriers  fall, 
Though  a  battle's  to  fight  ere  the  guerdon  be 

gained, 

The  reward  of  it  all. 
I  was  ever  a  fighter,  so — one  fight  more, 

The  best  and  the  last! 
I  would  hate  that  death  bandaged  my  eyes,  and 

forebore, 

And  bade  me  creep  past, 
No!  let  me  taste  the  whole  of  it,  fare  like  my 

peers, 

The  heroes  of  old, 
Bear  the  brunt,  in  a  minute  pay  glad  life's  arrears 

Of  pain,  darkness  and  cold. 
For  sudden  the  worst  turns  the  best  to  the  brave, 

The  black  minute's  at  end, 
And  the  elements'  rage,  the  fiend  voices  that  rave, 

Shall  dwindle,  shall  blend. 

Shall  change,  shall  become  first  a  peace  out  of 
pain, 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

Then  a  light,  then  thy  breast, — 
O  thou  soul  of  mv  soul!    I  shall  clasp  thee  again, 
And  with  God  be  the  rest! 

ROBERT  BROWNING. 


I 'Si 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


<^"-^EATH  is  but  the  opening  of  a  door 
•  •  through  which  the  man  passes  into  the 
tl  W  next  room;  or  rather  it  is  the  waving 
^L-S  of  a  curtain,  behind  which  one  enters, 
but  which  is  always  waving  and  never  a  fixed 
barrier."  The  continuity  of  life  renders  the 
change  perfectly  natural.  There  is  nothing 
startling  in  the  new  experience.  It  is  the  natural 
sequence  and  outgrowth  of  childhood,  and  ma- 
turity of  youth.  It  is  not  the  supernatural,  the 
phenomenal,  but  the  natural,  recognisable  life, 
only  more  highly  developed  in  spirituality. 

LILIAN  WHITING. 

(Lilies  of  Eternal  Peact.) 


DEATH  is  the  most  beautiful  adventure  of  life. 
DANIEL  FROHMAN. 

(His  last  words  on  thi  "Lusitania* ',  May  7,  /p/5.) 


16 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


ow  mysterious  and  how  absolute  is  the 
correspondence  of  personalities  one 
with  another!  Out  of  the  indistin- 
guishable  throngs  of  human  lives  emerge 
one  and  another  who  are  to  us  as  the  special  mes- 
sengers of  God,  to  have  come  in  contact  with 
whom  is  to  have  received  influences  that  must 
continue  to  affect  us  while  our  being  lasts.  This 
is  the  ministration  of  personality,  at  once  the 
most  real  and  the  most  spiritual  of  facts;  the 
most  actual  and  the  most  elusive.  How  won- 
derful it  is  to  reflect  upon  the  influence  of  one 
radiant  personality,  in  a  home,  in  a  community, 
in  the  world!  Year  after  year  it  abides  among 
us,  coming  to  us  day  after  day,  or  returning  to 
us  after  long  intervals  in  its  own  beautiful  unique- 
ness; a  bright  fact  in  our  universe,  a  continuous 
force  affecting  our  consciousness  of  being,  a  living 
epistle  unfolding  the  beauty  of  God.  We  try  to 
interpret  this  miracle  of  personality;  we  cannot. 
We  ask  it  to  give  account  of  its  secret  power:  its 
only  answer  is:  "It  is  I  myself."  It  is  this  of 
which  our  Christian  faith  affirms  immortal  con- 
tinuance. It  is  this  that  shall  shine  as  the  stars 
forever  and  ever.  The  catastrophe  of  death  has 
come  between  us  and  this  personality  for  a  sea- 
son, suspending  its  power  to  have  relations  with 
us  through  the  medium  of  the  physical  universe 
in  which  we  still  live  and  act;  but  over  the  essen- 
tial self  of  personality,  over  that  unique  blending 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

of  attributes  through  which  God  expressed  His 
thought  in  forming  this  beautiful  personal 
essence,  death  hath  no  more  dominion.  In  the 
persistence  of  an  indissoluble  life  it  lives — itself 
forever. 

CHARLES  CUTHBERT  HALL. 


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VICTORY  CROWNED 


IN  THE  course  of  every  friendship  of  some 
duration,  there  comes  to  us  a  mys- 
terious moment  when  we  seem  to  per- 
ceive  the   exact   relationship   of  our 
friend  to  the  unknown  that  surrounds  him  when 
we  discover  the  attitude  destiny  has  assumed 
towards  him.    And  it  is  from  this  moment  that 
he  truly  belongs  to  me. 

MAURICE  MAETERLINCK. 


IMMORTALITY  is  the  glorious  discovery  of  Chris* 
tianity. 

WM.  ELLERY  CHANGING. 


.191! 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


HE  gracious  qualities  of  departed  friends, 
their  generous  impulses,  kindly  sym- 
pathies,  and  loyal  love,  have  not  been 
stifled,  nor  even  touched  by  death. 
All  that  makes  man  lovable  and  good  belongs  to 
Mind,  over  which  the  grave  has  no  power. 

Whatever  was  true  and  good  is  so  forever. 
Beauty  and  joy,  constancy,  tenderness  and  love 
were  never  laid  away  in  the  tomb,  nor  deprived 
of  their  perennial  expression.  These  are  emana- 
tions of  the  divine  nature,  and  are  not  influenced 
by  the  supposed  law  of  mortality.  Mortals  may 
find  it  hard  to  disbelieve  that  their  friends  have 
died,  with  all  the  phenomena  of  that  belief  before 
them;  but  Christians  must  sometime  learn  the 
power  of  Truth  over  this  as  well  as  over  other 
forms  of  error.  No  sweeter  assurance  of  man's 
continuous  being  has  ever  fallen  upon  human 
ears  than  that  conveyed  in  our  Lord's  words  to 
Mary  "He  that  believeth  in  me,  though  he  were 
dead,  yet  shall  he  live:  and  whosoever  liveth  and 
believeth  in  me  shall  never  die." 

A.  W.  R. 


[20] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


®E  NEED  not  wait  for  the  eternity  to 
come,  before  we  can  be  sure  that  our 
dear  ones  that  have  passed  into  the 
other  world  know  us  still  and  watch 
us  still.  *  *  *  \Ve  are  necessarily  using 
figurative  language  when  we  describe  their  near- 
ness to  us  in  terms  borrowed  from  earthly  asso- 
ciations; we  have  no  powers  to  describe  the  man- 
ner of  the  connection  of  this  world  and  its  deni- 
zens with  the  other  world  and  those  who  are  in 
it.  *  *  *  It  cheers  us  to  remember  that  the 
unseen  world,  if  in  a  way  we  cannot  yet  define, 
is  very  close  to  us.  *  *  *  They  are  not — 
they  could  not  wish  to  be — independent  of  us. 
*  *  *  They  have  not  left  us;  we  are  really 
not  alone;  and  we  enrich  all  our  life  by  already 
making  our  own  in  practical  daily  duty  the  un- 
seen but  not  unfelt  companionship  of  the  "great 
cloud  of  witnesses." 

CANON  FLEMING. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

THE  VALUE  OF  PRAYING  FOR  THE 
IDEAL 

E  IT  remembered,  this,  after  all,  is  the 
faith  of  the  majority  of  Christendom, 
the  faith  that  the  communion  of  the 
saints  still  continues  after  the  shock 
of  death.  It  has  antiquity  on  its  side,  and, 
though  greatly  abused  in  pre-Rcformation  days, 
satisfies  such  a  natural  instinct  and  is  such  a 
solace  to  the  bereaved,  that  it  is  a  pity  Protes- 
tants everywhere  should  not  be  encouraged  to 
return  to  it  forthwith. 

If,  as  it  seems  likely  enough,  the  disembodied 
soul  feels  somewhat  bewildered  at  first  in  its 
new  environment,  as  we  are  told  many  do;  if  it 
has  entered  that  new  sphere  through  the  din  and 
excitement  of  the  battle,  or  fresh  from  the  pain 
and  weakness  and  delirium  of  days  and  weeks  in 
hospital;  if  it  longs  for  the  old  faces  and  the  old 
fellowship  of  the  earthly  home,  and  feels,  as  we 
may  be  sure  it  cannot  but  feel,  the  impact  of  the 
grief  and  sorrow  of  those  who  mourn  its  loss — 
surely  the  best  thing  one  could  do  on  this  side, 
both  for  that  soul  and  for  ourselves,  would  be  to 
send  through  nothing  but  earnest  prayers  that 
it  may  rest  in  peace. 

I  say  "It,"  but  I  ought  to  say  "He"  or  "She" 
as  the  case  may  be. 

Our  dead  are  not  gone  far;  they  have  only 
begun  on  the  other  side  where  they  left  off  here. 
If  they  needed  us  before  they  need  us  now,  and 
we  need  them. 

[22] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

The  body  as  the  medium  of  communication  is 
struck  away,  but  that  is  all.  Thought,  feeling, 
memory,  goodwill,  are  all  what  they  were  be- 
fore— perhaps  even  stronger,  for  the  clog  of  the 
flesh  is  gone  and  the  spiritual  can  go  straighter 
to  its  mark. 

If  we  can  help  one  another  by  prayer  while 
we  are  still  on  the  physical  plane,  there  is  no 
reason,  either  in  logic  or  the  nature  of  things, 
why  we  should  not  continue  to  do  so  even  more 
effectually  when  some  of  us  have  done  with  the 
body  and  passed  out  of  sight. 

REV.  R.  J.  CAMPBELL. 


[23 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


a  good  man  goes, — some  man  who 
seems  necessary  and  needed  by  all 
persons  and  for  all  things;  some  man 
whose  very  presence  near  us  gives  us 
confidence,  in  whose  existence  in  our  city  we 
have  a  guaranty  of  safety,  a  man  tried  in  every 
way,  and  not  found  wanting, — we  seem  to  lose 
more  than  in  any  other  way.  The  sense  of  loss 
in  the  community  is  then  very  great  When, 
for  example,  John  Andrew  died,  one  of  our 
city  journals  said  that  Massachusetts  owed  to 
him  that  she  was  able  to  duplicate  her  Revolu- 
tionary record,  and  for  the  second  time  to  lead 
the  nation  in  the  war  for  freedom.  We  saw  then 
how  much  one  man  could  do.  With  most  other 
men  in  the  chair  of  State,  we  should  have  waited, 
as  the  other  States  waited,  not  being  quite 
ready;  and  the  great  opportunity  would  have 
gone  by.  But  here  was  a  man  who  possessed 
those  rare  and  seldom  united  faculties;  of  the 
mind  able  to  see  what  was  coming,  the  heart 
which  could  realize  the  immense  importance  of 
the  right  step,  and  the  courage  to  take  all  the 
responsibility  of  doing  what  was  needed.  When 
you  have  those  three  qualities  combined, — in- 
tellectual sagacity,  moral  sense,  and  determined 
will, — you  have  the  man  who  can  turn  defeat 
into  victory.  And  when  God  gives  us  such  a 
man,  He  gives  him  forever. 

JAMES  FREEMAN  CLARKE. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


-j^-; 

C5 


HE  righteous  live  for  evermore;  their 
reward  also  is  with  the  Lord,  and  the 
care  of  them  is  with  the  most  High. 


"Therefore  shall  they  receive  a  glorious  kingdom, 
and  a  beautiful  crown  from  the  Lord's  hand;  for 
with  His  right  hand  shall  He  cover  them,  and 
with  His  arm  shall  He  protect  them." 

Wis.  V;  15,  16. 


I  SALUTE  thee  immortal, 
Great  minds  never  die. 
Becoming  invisible  in  one 
Form  they  become 
Resplendent  in  another. 

VICTOR  HUGO. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 
IMMORTALITY 

fo  WHEN  the  old  delight  is  born  anew, 

And  God  reanimates  the  early  bliss, 
Seems  it  not  all  as  one  first  trembling 

kiss 

Ere  soul  knew  soul  with  whom  she  had  to  dor 
O  nights  how  desolate,  O  days,  how  few, 
O  death  in  life,  if  life  be  this,  be  this! 
O  weigh'd  alone  as  one  shall  win  or  miss 
The  faint  eternity  which  shines  therethro'! 
Lo,  all  that  age  is  as  a  speck  of  sand, 

Lost  on  the  long  beach  where  the  tides  are  free, 
And  no  man  metes  it  in  his  hollow  hand, 
Nor  cares  to  ponder  it,  how  small  it  be; 
At  ebb  it  lies  forgotten  on  the  land, 
And  at  full  tide  forgotten  in  the  sea. 

FREDERICK  W.  H.  MYERS. 


(26 


VICTORY  CROWNED 
RESIGNATION 

HERE  is  no  flock,  however  watched  and 

tended, 

But  one  dead  lamb  is  there; 
There  is  no  household,  howsoe'er  de- 
fended, 
But  has  one  vacant  chair. 

The  air  is  full  of  farewells  to  the  dying 

And  mournings  for  the  dead; 
The  heart  of  Rachel,  for  her  children  crying, 

Will  not  be  comforted! 

Let  us  be  patient!    These  severe  afflictions 

Not  from  the  ground  arise, 
But  oftentimes  celestial  benedictions 

Assume  the  dark  disguise. 

We  see  but  vainly  through  the  mists  and  vapors; 

Amid  these  earthly  damps 
What  seem  to  us  but  sad,  funereal  tapers 

May  be  heaven's  distant  lamps. 

There  is  no  Death!    What  seems  so  is  transition; 

This  life  of  mortal  breath 
Is  but  a  suburb  of  the  life  elysian 

Whose  portals  we  call  Death. 

She  is  not  dead,  the  child  of  our  affection, — 

But  gone  unto  that  school 
Where  she  no  longer  needs  our  poor  protection, 

And  Christ  Himself  doth  rule. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

In  that  great  cloister's  stillness  and  seclusion 

By  guardian  angels  led, 
Safe  from  temptation,  safe  from  sin's  pollution, 

She  lives,  whom  we  call  dead. 

Day  after  day  we  think  what  she  is  doing 

In  those  bright  realms  of  air, 
Year  after  year,  her  tender  steps  pursuing, 

Behold  her  grown  more  fair. 

Thus  do  we  walk  with  her,  and  keep  unbroken 

The  bond  which  nature  gives, 
Thinking   that   our   remembrance,   though   un- 
spoken, 

May  reach  her  where  she  lives. 

Not  as  a  child  shall  we  again  behold  her, 

For  when  with  raptures  wild 
In  our  embraces  we  again  enfold  her 

She  will  not  be  a  child; 

But  a  fair  maiden  in  her  Father's  mansion, 

Clothed  in  celestial  grace; 
And  beautiful,  with  all  the  soul's  expansion, 

Shall  we  behold  her  face. 

And  though  at  times  impetuous  with  emotion, 

And  anguish  long  suppressed, 
The  swelling  heart  heaves,  moaning  like   the 
ocean 

That  cannot  be  at  rest, — 

[28] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

We  will  be  patient,  and  assuage  the  feeling 

We  may  not  wholly  stay; 
By  silence  sanctifying,  not  concealing, 

The  grief  that  must  have  way. 

HENRY  WADS  WORTH  LONGFELLOW. 


129] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


HE  CHANGE  we  call  death  is,  really  what? 
^an  we  define  or  describe  this  supreme 
occurrence?  "Death  is  not  the  end  of 
life;  it  is  one  event  in  life,"  said  the 
Rt.  Rev.  Dr.  Phillips  Brooks,  Bishop  of  Massa- 
chusetts; it  is  simply  one  of  the  events  in  the 
evolutionary  progress  of  the  soul.  The  spiritual 
man  has  been  released  from  the  physical  body, 
which  was  the  instrument,  the  mechanism,  that 
related  him  to  the  physical  universe.  He  has 
emerged  from  it  as  one  lays  off  his  clothing. 

LILIAN  WHITING. 

(Lilies  oj  Eternal  Peace.) 


[30] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


y  GREAT  and  sublime  virtues  are  meant 
those  which  are  called  into  action  on 
great  and  trying  occasions,  which  de- 
mand the  sacrifice  of  the  dearest  in- 
terests and  prospects  of  human  life,  and  some- 
times of  life  itself;  the  virtues,  in  a  word,  which, 
by  their  rarity  and  splendour,  draw  admiration, 
and  have  rendered  illustrious  the  character  of 
patriots,  martyrs,  and  confessors.  It  requires 
but  little  reflection  to  perceive  that  whatever 
veils  a  future  world,  and  contracts  the  limits  of 
existence  within  the  present  life,  must  tend  in  a 
proportionable  degree,  to  diminish  the  grandeur 
and  narrow  the  sphere  of  human  agency. 

ROBERT  HALL. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


*W— -^EAVEN  will  not  be  pure  stagnation,  not 
w^^V  idleness,  not  any  more  luxurious 
m  dreaming  over  the  spiritual  repose  that 
^  -^V»  has  been  safely  and  forever  won;  but 
active,  tireless,  earnest  work;  fresh,  live  enthu- 
siasm for  the  high  labours  which  eternity  will 
offer.  These  vivid  inspirations  will  play  through 
our  deep  repose,  and  make  it  more  mighty  in  the 
service  of  God  than  any  feverish  and  unsatisfied 
toil  of  earth  has  ever  been.  The  sea  of  glass  will 
be  mingled  with  fire. 

PHILLIPS  BROOKS. 


[32] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


®OULD   it   be   like  God  to  create  such 
beautiful  unselfish  loves,  most  like  the 
love  of  heaven  of  any  type  we  know — 
just  for  our  three-score  years  and  ten? 
Would  it  be  like  Him  to  let  two  souls  grow 
together  here,  so  that  the  separation  of  the  day 
is  pain,  and  then  wrench  them  apart  for  eternity? 
What  is  meant  by  such  expression  as  "risen  to- 
.gether,  sitting  together  in  heavenly  places"?    If 
they  mean   anything,   they  mean  recognition, 
friendship,  enjoyment.    Our  friends  are  not  dead, 
nor  asleep;  they  go  on  living;  they  are  near  us 
always,  and  God  has  said,  we  should   "know 
each  other  there." 

ELIZABETH  STUART  PHELPS. 


[33] 


H 


VICTORY  CROWNED 
IMMORTALITY 

'OILED  by  our  fellow-men,  depressed,  out- 
worn, 
We  leave  the  brutal  world  to   take 

its  way, 

And,  Patience!  in  another  life,  we  say, 
The  world  shall  be  thrust  down,  and  we  upborne, 
And  will  not  then  the  immortal  armies  scorn 
The  world's  poor,  routed  leavings?  or  will  they 
Who  failed  under  the  heat  of  this  life's  day 
Support  the  fervors  of  the  heavenly  morn? 

No,  no!  the  energy  of  life  may  be 
Kept  on  after  the  grave,  but  not  begun 

And  he  who  flagged  not  in  the  earthly  life, 

From  strength  to  strength  advancing — only  he, 

His  soul  well  knit,  and  all  kin  battles  won, 

Mounts,  and  that  hardly,  to  Eternal  Life. 

MATTHEW  ARNOLD. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


HE  FACE  which,  duly  as  the  sun, 
Rose  up  for  me  with  life  begun, 
To  mark  all  bright  hours  of  the  day 
With  hourly  love,  is  dimmed  away,— 
And  yet  my  days  go  on,  go  on. 


The  heart  which,  like  a  staff,  was  one 
For  mine  to  lean  and  rest  upon, 
The  strongest  on  the  longest  day 
With  steadfast  love,  is  caught  away,— 
And  yet  my  days  go  on,  go  on. 


The  past  rolls  forward  on  the  sun 
And  makes  all  night.    O  dreams  begun, 
Not  to  be  ended!    Ended  bliss. 
And  life  that  will  not  end  in  this! 
My  days  go  on,  my  days  go  on. 


By  anguish  which  made  pale  the  sun, 
I  hear  Him  charge  His  saints  that  none 
Among  His  creatures  anywhere 
Blaspheme  against  Him  with  despair 
However  darkly  days  go  on. 


[35 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


For  us, — whatever's  undergone, 
Thou  knowest,  wiliest  what  is  done, 
Grief  may  be  joy  understood; 
Only  the  Good  discerns  the  good. 
I  trust  Thee  while  my  days  go  on. 


Whatever 's  lost,  it  first  was  won; 

He  will  not  struggle  nor  impugn, 

Perhaps  the  cup  was  broken  here, 

That  Heaven's  new  wine  might  show  more  clear, 

I  praise  Thee  while  my  days  go  on. 


I  praise  Thee  while  my  days  go  on ; 

I  love  Thee  while  my  days  go  on: 

Through  dark  and  dearth,  through  fire  and  frost, 

With  emptied  arms  and  treasure  lost, 

I  thank  Thee  while  my  days  go  on. 


And  having  in  Thy  life-depth  thrown 
Being  and  suffering  (which  are  one) 
As  a  child  drops  his  pebble  small 
Down  some  deep  well,  and  hears  it  fall 
Smiling — so  I.    THY  DAYS  GO  ON. 

ELIZABETH  BARRETT  BROWNING. 
(Df  ProfunJis.) 

[36] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


HY  SHOULD  you  have  a  morbid  dread  of 
^eath>  Soldiers  °f  tlle  Cross?  Let  the 
infidel  fear  death,  who  hopes  in  his 
heart  that  there  is  no  God.  Let  the 
obdurate  sinner  fear  death,  who  offends  the 
Majesty  of  Heaven  by  his  sins.  But  why 
should  you  dread  death?  Has  He  not  lifted 
up  the  veil  and  given  you  an  insight  into  that 
boundless  realm  beyond  the  grave?  Why  should 
you  fear  to  pass  through  the  gate  which  leads 
to  the  regions  of  bliss  eternal? 

JAMES  CARDINAL  GIBBONS. 


GOD'S  FINGER  touched  him,  and  he  slept. 

TENNYSON. 


DEATH  is  only  a  bend  in  the  road  of  life. 

REV.  R.  J.  CAMPBELL. 


[371 


VICTORY  CROWNED 
ASSURANCES 

I  NEED  no  assurances — I  am  a  man  who 
is  preoccupied,  of  his  own  soul; 
I  do  not  doubt  that  from  under  the 
feet,  and  beside  the  hands  and  face 
I  am  cognizant  of,  are  now  looking  faces  I  am 
not  cognizant  of — calm  and  actual  faces; 
I  do  not  doubt  but  that  the  majesty  and  beauty 
of  the  world  are  latent  in  any  iota  of  the  world; 
I  do  not  doubt  I  am  limitless,  and  that  the  uni- 
verses are  limitless — in  vain  I  try  to  think  how 
limitless; 

I  do  not  doubt  that  the  orbs,  and  the  systems 
of  orbs,  play  their  swift  sports  through  the 
air  on  purpose — and  that 
I'shall  one  day  be  eligible  to  do  as  much  as 

they,  and  more  than  they; 
I  do  not  doubt  that  the  temporary  affairs  keep 

on  and  on,  millions  of  years. 
I  do  not  doubt  interiors  have  their  interiors,  and 
exteriors  have  their  exteriors,  and  that  the 
eyesight  has  another  eyesight,  and  the  hearing 
another  hearing,  and  the  voice  another  voice; 
I  do  not  doubt  that  the  passionately  wept  deaths 
of  young  men  are  provided  for — and  that  the 
deaths  of  young  women,  and  the  deaths  of 
little  children  are  provided  for; 
(Did  you  think  Life  was  so  well  provided  for — 
and  Death,  the  purport  of  all  life,  is  not  so 
well  provided  for?) 

[38] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

I  do  not  doubt  that  wrecks  at  sea,  no  matter 
what  the  horrors  of  them — no  matter  whose 
wife,  child,  husband,  father,  lover,  has  gone 
down,  are  provided  for,  to  the  minutest 
points: 

I  do  not  doubt  that  whatever  can  possibly  hap- 
pen, anywhere,  at  any  time,  is  provided  for, 
in  the  inherence  of  things: 
I  do  not  think  Life  provides  for  all,  and  for  Time 
and  Space — but  I  believe  Heavenly  Death 
provides  for  all. 

WALT  WHITMAN. 


[39] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 
SONG  OF  SPIRITS  OVER  THE  WATERS 

HE  soul  of  man 
Is  like  the  water; 
From  heaven  it  cometh, 
To  heaven  it  mounteth, 

And  again  under 

The  earth  it  resisteth 

Ever  changing. 

Streams  from  the  lofty 
Rocky  wall 
The  flashing  crystal, 
Then  dusts  it  silvery 
With  waves  of  vapor, 
The  slippery  cliff, 
And  received  lightly, 
It  boils  up  veiling, 
And  showers  back  softly 
To  the  depths  beneath. 

In  gentle  channel 

It  steals  the  meadowy  valley  along, 

And  in  the  unruffled  lake 

All  stars  delighted 

Behold  their  faces. 

The  soul  of  man 
Is  like  the  water 
From  heaven  it  cometh, 
To  heaven  returneth, 
To  heaven  it  mounteth. 

GOETHE. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


HIKEWISE  with  love.  Few  men  and 
women  love  as  you  and  I  would  like 
to  have  them,  with  that  deep  interior 
bond  that  ever  draws  two  souls  more 
closely  together.  When  it  is  the  soul's  love,  not 
the  fleshy  affection,  may  we  not  reasonably  ex- 
pect that  this  bond  will  draw  the  two  into  deeper 
union  even  when  one  has  left  the  flesh  and  must 
await  the  other  during  many  a  year?  Surely 
this  is  a  reasonable  belief.  It  is  allowable,  also, 
to  hold  that  even  during  a  visible  separation 
lasting  ten,  fifteen,  even  twenty  or  thirty  years, 
the  two  will  grow  in  unison,  knowing  each  other 
better  all  the  while,  ready  for  quick  recognition 
when  the  lingerer  shall  be  free.  And  recogni- 
tion, let  us  remember,  is  not  of  the  eye  but  of 
the  heart,  the  soul. 

HORATIO  W.  DRESSER. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


®HILST  my  mind  shrinks  more  and  more 
from  the  world,  and  feels  in  its  inde- 
pendence less  yearning  to  external  ob- 
jects,  the  ideas  of  friendship  return 
oftener,  they  busy  me,  and  warm  me  more.     Is 
it  that  we  grow  more  tender  as  the  moment  of 
our  great  separation  approaches?    Or  is  it  that 
they  who  are  to  live  together  in  another  state 
(for  friendship  exists  but  for  the  good)  begin  to  feel 
more  strongly  that  divine  sympathy  which  is  to 
be  the  great  bond  of  their  future  society? 

BULWER  LYTTON. 


L4»l 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


NOT  because  thou  hast  no  touch 

ner 

Nor  any  sound  of  voice,  or  whispered 

word, 

Nor  sudden  sight  by  moonbeam,  that  at  times 
She  is  not  very  near  to  thee,  unseen. 

*  *        * 

Or  earthward  gazes,  stung  with  pain  of  thee 
She  deems  that  thou  has  better  in  thy  soul 
Than  still  to  rail  on  at  the  world's  neglect 
Than  still  to  coarsen  what  was  once  so  fine. 

*  *        * 

Fear  thou,  then,  and  have  care  lest  thou  attract 
To  be  thy  close  companions  and  thy  friends 
Those,    whom,    perchance,    a    passing    lawless 

thought 
Has  given  the  easy  pass-word  to  thy  mind. 

*  *        * 

Nor  on  the  one  side  dread  the  fiery  lake 
Nor  on  the  other  hope  the  sapphire  heaven. 
But  as  we  die,  the  same,  not  otherwise, 
The  ever-ending  journey  we  pursue. 

*  *        * 

That  the  discarding  of  the  body  of  Earth 
Sends  not  to  sudden  pain,  or  sudden  joy; 
But  the  loosed  spirit  the  lone  journey  takes 
Perhaps  for  aeons  to  work  out  its  fate. 

STEPHEN  PHILLIPS. 
(The  New  Inferno.) 

[43! 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


ow  WISE  and  happy  is  he  that  now 
laboureth  to  be  such  an  one  in  his  life 
as  he  wisheth  to  be  found  at  his  death. 
A  perfect  contempt  of  the  world,  a 
fervent  desire  to  go  forward  in  virtue,  the  love 
of  discipline,  the  toil  of  penance,  the  readiness 
of  obedience,  the  denying  of  ourselves  and  the 
bearing  of  any  adversity  whatsoever  for  the  love 
of  Christ,  will  give  us  great  confidence  and  we 
shall  die  happily. 

•„  THOMAS  A  KEMPIS, 


DEATH  borders  upon  our  birth;  and  our  cradle 
stands  in  our  grave. 

BISHOP  HALL. 


HE  WHOM  we  thought  dead  is  only  gone  before  us. 

SENECA. 

(Consolatory  on  the  death  of  his  son.) 


44) 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


HOMES  in  heaven,  like  the  homes  on 
earth,  will,  no  doubt,  contain  souls  in 
different  degrees  of  progress.  As  in 
our  homes  we  have  the  aged,  the  in- 
fant, the  child,  the  youth  and  those  in  mature 
life,  so  in  the  homes  hereafter  there  will  be 
united  around  a  common  centre  and  in  one 
group,  higher  and  lower  souls, — some  old  in 
spiritual  wisdom  and  some  childlike  in  their  in- 
sight and  infantile  in  their  development.  Har- 
mony always  implies  variety.  Each  celestial 
group  will  be  a  harmony  of  those  in  various  de- 
grees of  progress  and  attainment, — the  angelic 
teachers  and  the  humbler  souls  longing  to  be 
taught. 

JAMES  FREEMAN  CLARKE. 


[45] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


indeed  who  go  on  before  us  may 
outgrow  their  relationships  with  peo- 
ple in  the  flesh  and  may  not  be  recog- 
nized by  any  whom  they  know  there. 
But  these  changing  relationships  are  occurring 
all  about  us  now.  Most  of  our  acquaintances 
are  for  a  time  only.  Many  ties  of  blood  are 
external  simply.  A  man's  real  relationships  are 
with  those  who  are  near  him  in  type,  just  as  in 
a  church  one  finds  men  and  women  of  a  certain 
sort  of  faith,  constituting  a  spiritual  group. 
Such  groups  need  not  be  alone  constituted  of 
those  in  the  flesh,  or  out  of  it,  but  may  include 
all  souls  whether  incarnate  or  disincarnate  who 
think  and  live  in  the  same  general  way.  Very 
likely  we  all  belong  to  such  groups  large  or  small. 
If  so,  we  are  likely  to  know  and  to  be  known  by 
those  who  are  quickened  in  the  same  degree. 
HORATIO  W.  DRESSER. 


[461 


VICTORY  CROWNED 
THE  WAGES  OF  GOING  ON 

HE  conviction  that  there  is  life  after 
death  is  not  a  product  of  reasoning. 
You  cannot  prove  it  nor  disprove  it. 
All  you  can  do  is  to  feel  it  or  not  to 
feel  it.  It  is  a  thing  to  be  perceived,  to  be 
apprehended,  by  a  faculty  in  us  that  is  greater 
than  mind.  It  is  to  be  grasped,  as  a  Turner 
sunset  is  grasped;  to  be  realized  (i.  e.,  felt  to  be 
real),  as  you  realize  the  beauty  of  Keat's  Endy- 
mion,  the  integrity  of  Washington,  the  manhood 
of  Lincoln,  the  majesty  of  Jesus. 
The  persuasion  of  immortality  is  a  secretion  of 
virtue. 

It  is  the  invariable  precipitation  deposited  in  the 
mind  of  high  moral  principles. 
It  is  because  humanity  is  good  that  it  believes 
that  it  will  be  immortal. 

Whenever  you  find  perversion,  moral  lesion,  the 
reign  of  sensuality,  there  you  find  the  strong 
suspicion  that  death  ends  all. 
Pessimism  is  the  religion  of  the  voluptuary. 
Death  is  the  welcome  finish  of  the  beast  life. 
But  wherever  you  find  any  feeling  like  the  fol- 
lowing, you  find  the  belief  in  that  same  heart 
that  life  will,  or  ought  to,  go  after  the  dissolving 
of  the  body,  to-wit: 

Love,  not  sensual,  but  devoted; 

The  pleasure  of  helping  others; 

The  joy  of  spiritual  victory,  where  one  de- 

[471 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

nies  himself  a  lower  gratification  to  get  a 
higher. 

Kindness,  sympathy,  and  all  those  emotions 
whereby  we  project  our  life  into  the  life  of 
others; 

Devotion  to  an  idea,  so  that  one  finds  satis- 
faction in  giving  one's  labor  or  giving  up 
one's  life  for  some  "cause,"  as  for  the  state 
(patriotism),  for  humanity  (religion),  for  a 
party,  for  anything  we  feel  to  be  larger  than 
self; 

Passion  for  righteousness;  not  doing  right 
from  duty  or  prudence  or  wisdom,  but  be- 
cause we  are  enamored  of  it,  and  it  burns  in 
our  hearts; 

Wherever  these  things  exist  you  discover  the 
stubborn  conviction  that  death  is  not  the  last 
word. 

The  conviction  of  immortality  is  the  natural 
phosphoresence  of  goodness. 

In  other  words,  as  the  proverb  has  it,  "Virtue 
is  its  own  reward." 

That  is  to  say,  the  effect  of  virtue  is  to  make  its 
possessor  feel  that  he  cannot  die.  It  is  the  thing 
that  most  marks  him  off  from  the  brute.  A  hog 
might  learn  to  consul;  it  could  not  learn  the 
difference  between  right  and  wrong. 

There's  only  one  thing  virtue  asks;  that  is  to  go 
on  living.  Its  instinctive  demand  is  life. 

[48] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

The  belief  in  the  life  beyond  is  the  distillation  of 

all  human  goodness. 

Tennyson  expresses  it: 

The  wages  of  sin  is  death;  if  the  wages  of  Virtue 

be  dust, 
Would  she   have  the  heart  to  endure,  for  the 

life  of  the  worm  and  the  fly 
She  desires  no  isles  of  the  blest,  no  quiet  seats  of 

the  just, 
To  rest  in  golden  grove,  or  to  bask  in  a  summer 

sky: 
Give   her  THE  WAGES  OF  GOING  ON,  AND  NOT 

TO  DIE! 

DR.  FRANK  CRANE. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


IF  THE  soul  be  immortal,  it  requires 
to  be  cultivated  with  attention,  not 
only  for  what  we  call  the  time  of  life, 
but  for  that  which  is  to  follow  -I 
mean  eternity — and  the  least  neglect  in  this 
point  may  be  attended  with  endless  conse- 
quences. If  death  were  the  final  dissolution  of 
being,  the  wicked  would  be  great  gainers  by  it, 
by  being  delivered  at  once  from  their  bodies, 
their  souls  and  their  vices;  but  as  the  soul  is 
immortal,  it  has  no  other  means  of  being  freed 
from  its  evils,  nor  any  safety  for  it,  but  in  be- 
coming very  good  and  very  wise;  for  it  carried 
nothing  with  it  but  its  bad  or  good  deeds,  its 
virtues  and  vices,  which  are  commonly  the  con- 
sequences of  the  education  it  has  received  and  the 
causes  of  eternal  happiness  or  misery. 

SOCRATES. 


[50] 


VICTORV  CROWNED 


ROWNING'S  philosophy  of  life  is  that 
man  is  a  spiritual  being,  his  spiritual 
body  clothed  with  a  temporary  physi- 
cal body,  formed  to  correspond  with 
the  physical  world  during  his  temporary  sojourn 
for  disciplinary  and  experimental  experience  that 
he  withdraws  from  his  body  to  enter  on  the  next 
plane  of  experience  in  this  evolutionary  progres- 
sion but  that  this  change  of  condition  constitutes 
no  break  in  consciousness.  "No  work  begun 
shall  ever  pause  for  death." 

LILIAN  WHITING. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


DO  NOT  understand  what  Heaven 
really  means.  They  think  of  it  as 
something  outside  them  which  any- 
body  could  enjoy  if  he  could  only  get 
there.  They  do  not  understand  Heaven  means 
joy  of  being  in  the  union  with  God — that  the 
outward  Heaven  has  no  meaning  till  the  inward 
Heaven  has  begun  in  ourselves.  I  need  not 
point  to  you  that  our  immortal  spirits  would  find 
little  happiness  in  golden  pavement  and  gates  of 
pearl.  People  on  this  earth,  who  have  their  fill 
of  gold  and  pearl,  do  not  always  derive  much 
happiness  from  them.  They  are  mere  external 
things — they  cannot  give  eternal  joy  because 
that  comes  from  within,  not  from  without.  It 
depends  not  on  what  we  have,  but  on  what  we 
are,  not  on  the  riches  of  our  possession,  but  on 
the  beauty  of  our  lives. 

J.  PATTERSON  SMITH. 


S*. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 
THAT  WHICH  IS  TO  BE 

Do  HUMAN  heart  has  ever  here  quite  sung 
its  song,  or  done  its  work,  or  even 
dreamed    its    dreams,    to   perfection. 
There    has    always    been    the    falling 
short,  the  little  failure  which  has  spoiled  the 
desired  whole.    How  many  talents  have  not  been 
trained,  how  much  of  life  has  not  been  tasted? 
We  have  dreamed  of  leisure  time  that  we  may 
give  some  attention  to  our  own  souls,  but  have 
been  so  busy  that  we  have  never  been  able  to 
polish  the  work  or  draw  out  the  half-concealed 
ability  that  we  felt  that  we  possessed. 

And  in  the  immediate  hereafter  in  the  Church 
Expectant,  it  may  well  be  that  we  shall  still  be 
under  limitations.  Indeed  we  know  that  they 
are  under  limitations,  for  is  it  not  said  of  them 
that  "they  without  us,  are  not  made  perfect?" 
It  might  well  be  that  even  in  Heaven  we  shall 
be  pressing  ever  forward,  that  we  shall  be  climb- 
ing stairs  ever  higher  and  higher  and  nearer  the 
golden  throne  of  God.  For  it  would  seem  that 
we  must  progress,  that  we  cannot  attain  at  any 
time  or  under  any  conditions.  What  the 
spiritual  condition  is  to  be  at  last  we  do  not 
clearly  know,  and  can  only  judge  from  what  we 
know  of  present  conditions.  But  we  should 
imagine  that  we  shall  have  to  have  occupations, 
that  we  shall  be  enabled  to  grow,  and  if  there  be 
any  chance  to  grow,  then  there  must  be  progress. 
But  it  will  ever  be  a  freer  and  nobler  progress 

[53] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

that  we  shall  make.  For  here  somehow  the 
effort  is  always  but  partly  successful.  There  is 
ever  a  "rift  in  the  lute."  We  never  utter  just 
the  right  thought,  never  get  quite  the  right  har- 
mony in  life.  We  have  ever  here  something 
most  inviting  ahead  of  us,  but  what  we  have 
done  does  not  suffice  us.  But  there  we  must  feel 
that  the  adjustments  are  as  they  should  be,  there 
must  be  joy  in  work,  a  freedom  and  fullness  in 
our  accomplishments,  not  a  joy  in  mere  living 
but  a  chance  to  live  so  largely  that  eternity  may 
well  be  filled  with  what  we  do  and  can  accom- 
plish. It  will  be  enough  if  we  can  see  of  the 
travail  of  our  souls  and  be  satisfied. 

A.  W.  R. 


54] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


"s  CIVILIZATION  has  advanced,  our  ideas 
regarding  death  have  changed  rapidly. 
Only  a  few  years  ago  materialistic  in- 
fluences prevailed.  At  present  the 
materialist  is  out  of  date  and  the  majority  be- 
lieve  that  the  change  called  "death"  is  only  the 
passing  on  to  another  world.  There  can  be  no 
reasonable  doubt  that  the  individual  enters  on 
the  next  stage  of  experience  in  this  evolutionary 
progression  and  that  this  change  of  condition 
constitutes  no  break  in  consciousness.  As  we 
are  to  go  on  where  we  leave  off  here,  it  behooves 
us  to  live  each  day  at  our  best,  attaining  the 
ideal  as  nearly  as  possible. 

Our  attitude  toward  wearing  mourning  has 
progressed  from  barbaric  customs  to  higher 
planes.  The  general  effort  at  this  day  is  to  do 
one's  best  to  go  on  the  same  as  before  our  dear 
ones  started  on  their  last  journey.  True  Chris- 
tians should  show  by  their  outward  appearance 
that  the  one  who  has  passed  away  has  gone 
where  life  is  peace  and  sunshine,  instead  of  garb- 
ing themselves  in  sombre  black  and  going  about 
with  long  faces,  and  making  the  atmosphere  on 
earth  gruesome. 

The  supreme  authority  in  spiritual  things  has 
"  brought  immortality  to  light.' '  To  confirm  our 
faith  in  the  unseen  world,  we  turn  to  the  writers 
who  have  caught  glimpses  of  the  light:  Cicero, 
Seneca,  Socrates,  Robert  and  Elizabeth  Brown- 

issi 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

ing,  Tennyson,  Longfellow,  Walt  Whitman, 
Phillips  Brooks,  Matthew  Arnold,  Hugh  Black, 
Maurice  Maeterlinck,  Sir  Oliver  Lodge,  Lilian 
Whiting,  Elizabeth  Stuart  Phelps,  Louise  Chan- 
dler Moulton  and  many  others. 

PAGE  FELLOWES. 


(56! 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


IF,  THEN,  you  would  "inherit  eternal 
life/'  begin  to  be  worthy  to  be  known 
by  your  friends  in  the  future  by  living 
for  the  moral  values  and  the  spiritual 
essentials  of  life.  By  these  I  mean  the  actual 
attainments,  the  heart-interests,  and  inmost 
states  which  draw  us  into  the  conditions  of  real 
life  development.  We  begin  to  know  these  when 
we  judge  righteously,  and  righteous  judgment  is 
not  so  difficult  as  might  appear.  At  heart  we 
would  all  like  to  pass  for  what  we  are,  be  frank, 
open,  honest,  making  no  claims,  in  gentle  defer- 
ence and  kindness  preferring  that  our  betters 
should  take  the  lead;  what  makes  us  such  diffi- 
cult and  unpleasant  creatures  is  what  is  external, 
conventional,  worldly.  Begin  to  pass  for  what 
you  are  and  people  will  bestow  confidence  upon 
you,  honestly  speaking  from  the  heart.  Give  the 
inmost  center  and  your  fellows  will  respond  from 
that  center. 

HORATIO  W.  DRESSER. 


[57] 


VICTORV  CROWNED 
DEATH 

OUR  FEELING  about  death  passes  through 
three  well-marked  stages. 
When  we  are  children  death  is  mean- 
ingless.   We  are  told  about  it,  we  sec 
dead  things,  we  know  that  people  die,  we  know 
that  all  things  in  nature  die,  but  we  do  not 
realize  it  in  our  feeling,  in  our  imagination.     It 
does  not  come  home  to  us.    Our  joy  as  children 
is  without  the  alloy  of  the  thought  of  death.    We 
live  as  if  we  would  live  forever.    The  quality 
of  eternity  is  in  our  very  thought  and  feeling. 
Death  is  a  fact  to  our  minds,  but  an  unreality  to 
our  feeling. 

A  few  of  us  feel  that  way  about  death  to  the  end. 
A  few  of  us  remain  children  all  our  lives.  Such 
are  the  poets  and  the  religious  seers.  To  them 
death  remains  only  a  mode,  an  aspect  of  life- 
one  of  the  ways  in  which  our  experience  is  ex, 
pressed  and  ordered. 

Most  people,  however,  enter  the  second  period 
in  the  feeling  about  death.  This  comes  at  no 
set  time  of  life.  The  age  of  thirty-eight  or  forty 
sees  its  advent  in  many  cases.  This  is  the 
period  when  we  realize  death.  We  cannot  shake 
it  off.  It  haunts  us.  Perhaps  a  friend  has  died. 
Perhaps  we  are  alone,  all  the  others  of  a  group 
have  passed  beyond.  Perhaps  our  loss  is  even 
greater,  more  poignant.  But  it  is  likely  that 
no  one  event  is  the  cause  of  this  realization  of 
death.  We  have  lived  a  certain  time,  seen  and 

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felt  a  certain  amount,  and  the  result  is  the  new 
feeling  about  death — its  reality. 
We  are  no  longer  children,  and  we  see  the  grim 
truth.  It  is  in  this  mood  that  the  old  play  of 
"  Everyman' '  was  conceived.  Or  French's  statue 
of  the  Angel  of  Death  interrupting  the  sculptor 
at  work.  The  mood  of  death  is  now  in  all  our 
occupations,  in  our  work,  our  pleasures.  It 
affects  everything.  It  gives  everything  greater 
meaning.  It  lends  melancholy  and  a  sad  beauty. 
It  adds  to  our  fever  for  enjoyment,  for  work,  for 
love,  because  we  realize  we  have  only  a  moment. 
This  mood  of  the  sadness  of  beauty,  because  it 
must  pass  away,  is  felt  by  many  poets.  Shelley, 
Heine,  De  Musset,  at  once  occur  to  us.  The 
melancholy  pleasures  of  beauty.  That  is  the  note. 
With  most  of  us  this  second  period  in  the  feeling 
about  death  lasts  only  a  few  months  or  a  few 
years,  and  insensibly  passes  away  into  the  third 
period. 

We  are  now  adjusting  ourselves  to  the  thought 
of  death.  It  has  become  so  intimate  a  reality  to 
our  physical  constitutions,  which  are  changing, 
that  death  seems  gradually  more  natural  to  us. 
Death  becomes  a  part  of  ourselves.  It  becomes 
more  friendly.  In  the  second  stage  we  were 
impatient  with  the  thought  of  interruption. 
Now,  in  the  third  stage,  we  see  that  in  our 
allotted  span  we  can  accomplish  all  important 
things — we  can  love,  we  can  do  the  best  work 
we  are  capable  of,  we  can  transmit  the  species. 
There  is  time  enough.  Now  we  have  it. 

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Therefore,  we  are  calmer,  more  cheerful.  We 
can  enjoy  as  much  as  ever,  but  more  quietly. 
It  now  lacks  the  melancholy  of  the  second  period. 
Death  gradually  loses  the  aspect  of  the  intruder, 
and  as  in  the  first  period,  the  period  of  child- 
hood, it  begins  to  assume  an  unreality  from  that 
of  the  child's  feeling. 

The  child  does  not  realize  death.  He  is  there- 
fore gay.  We  in  the  third  period,  are  gay,  too, 
because  we  have  passed  through  the  realization 
of  death  and  have  accepted  it  as  a  part  of  life, 
an  aspect,  a  mode  of  all  nature.  We  no  longer 
resist  and  cry  out  our  rebellion.  Death  is  be- 
coming a  part  of  us,  and  we  are  becoming  a  part 
of  it.  There  is  a  genial  intimacy  about  it. 
Now  we  neither  seek  nor  avoid  death.  We  love 
life  calmly  and  greatly,  with  a  quiet  acceptance 
of  the  background  of  the  picture,  which  is  death. 
\Ve  see  that  without  death  life  would  lack  its 
final  charm,  its  final  beauty. 
In  the  third  period  we  accept,  and  are  glad,  but 
not  eager. 

HUTCHINS  HAPGOOD. 


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HE  LIGHTS  begin  to  tremble  from  the 

rocks; 

The  long  day  wanes;  the  slow  moon 

climbs;  the  deep 
Moans   'round  with  many  voices.    Come  my 

friends, 

Tis  not  too  late  to  seek  a  newer  world. 
Push  off,  and  sitting  well  in  order  smite 
The  sounding  furrows;  for  my  purpose  holds 
To  sail  beyond  the  sunset,  and  the  baths 
Of  all  the  western  stars  until  I  die. 
It  may  be  that  the  gulfs  will  wash  us  down: 
It  may  be  we  shall  touch  the  Happy  Isles. 

ALFRED,  X.ORD  TENNYSON. 


[61] 


e> 


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HERE  COMES  to  me,  from  one  in  whom 
I  believe,  a  story  of  clear  seeing — a 
vision  of  a  wonderful  city,  on  another 
plane,  outside  of  the  earth  realm. 

A  city  with  beautiful  streets  and  fine  archi- 
tecture and  fair  statuary  and  alive  with  action, 
peopled  with  beings  like,  and  yet  unlike,  the 
denizens  of  the  earth. 

The  friend  who  saw  these  things  asks  nothing  of 
me,  not  even  belief;  he  is  one  who  has  studied 
the  psychic  questions  of  the  day  for  many  years 
from  a  purely  critical  and  scientific  standpoint; 
and  he  goes  about  his  daily  avocations  like  any 
other  practical  and  sensible  human  being,  and  is 
not  seeking  for  money  or  glory  or  a  following  of 
devotees.  He  says  little,  indeed,  to  anyone  of 
what  he  has  been  enabled  to  learn  of  matters 
called  supernormal  or  spiritual.  And  only  by 
an  accident  of  similar  tastes  and  interests  and 
aspirations  the  information  of  his  latest  and  most 
interesting  experience  came  to  me. 

Hundreds  of  my  good  friends  will  smile  at  my 
credulity  for  believing  this  man's  vision  to  be 
more  than  the  result  of  a  disordered  brain  or 
excited  imagination. 

Hundreds  of  the  friends  of  Cyrus  Field  pitied 
those  few  deluded  people  who  believed  in  his 
vision  of  an  ocean  cable. 

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Hundreds  of  the  friends  of  Morse  and  Franklin 
and  Marconi  and  Edison  have  been  "  sorry* '  for 
the  poor  victims  of  "hallucinations,"  yet  all 
these  friends  have  lived  to  acknowledge  their  own 
mistakes  of  judgment. 

And  so  why  may  not  all  my  doubting  friends,  if 
they  live  long  enough,  be  forced  to  acknowledge 
here  on  earth  their  own  lack  of  judgment  in  de- 
claring the  reports  of  the  "advance  guards" 
along  the  spiritual  picket  line  to  be  delusions? 

It  is  a  curious  phase  of  the  mortal  mind  which 
causes  it  to  be  so  vehemently  opposed  to  beliefs 
which  are  of  the  utmost  importance  to  human 
happiness  and  human  development. 

There  is  no  geographical  fact — no  possible  dis- 
covery of  any  other  continent  on  earth — of  such 
vast  import  to  humanity  as  the  proof  of  realms 
beyond,  or  outside  of,  this  earth. 

Should  the  discovery  of  a  wonderful  and  fertile 
continent  at  the  North  Pole  be  made,  it  could 
only  interest  us  for  a  limited  period  of  time;  one 
hundred  years  from  now  no  one  would  remain  to 
enjoy  its  products  or  be  entertained  by  its  sights. 
But  the  absolute  knowledge  and  convincing  proof 
that  other  continents  existed  beyond  the  earth, 
and  the  ability  to  see  them  with  spiritual  vision 
whenever  we  so  desired,  would  render  time  im- 
potent and  take  the  sting  indeed  from  death. 

Personally,  I  do  not  imagine  my  friend  saw 


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"heaven,"  for  I  do  not  believe  in  any  one  locality 
in  the  further  lands  which  bear  that  name.  But 
I  believe  "In  my  Father 's  house  are  many 
mansions,"  and  in  my  Father's  universe  are 
many  continents  and  cities.  And  I  think  my 
friend  saw  one  of  the  many.  I  have  no  doubt 
it  was  a  spiritual  city,  inhabited  by  spiritual 
beings,  and  that  innumerable  others  exist  in 
space — cities  beautiful  and  unbeautiful,  on 
higher  and  lower  planes,  according  to  the 
spiritual  workmanship  of  the  inhabitants. 

I  believe  you  and  I  today,  and  every  hour  of  the 
day,  are  helping  to  build  one  of  those  cities;  and 
just  as  we  build,  so  shall  our  structure  be  when 
we  leave  this  particular  chemical  formation  in 
which  our  spirits  now  dwell  and  pass  on  to  new 
realms.  And  when  we  reach  that  new  region, 
we  shall  find  for  neighbors  those  who  have 
thought  similar  thoughts,  held  similar  ambitions 
and  committed  similar  actions  while  on  this 
sphere.  The  scientific  world  has  decided  that 
"Thought  is  Energy."  This  energy  will  select 
our  place  of  habitation  in  the  life  beyond,  and 
therefore,  it  behooves  both  you  and  me  to  direct 
our  energy  to  good  and  beautiful  purposes  if  we 
wish  a  desirable  location  in  one  of  the  many 
"cities  not  built  by  hands,"  but  by  thoughts. 

There  is  something  wonderfully  stimulating  to 
the  human  mind  in  the  very  vaguest  dream  of 
such  a  city. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

It  gives  great  impetus  to  worthy  action,  new 
wings  to  hope,  new  comfort  to  sorrow,  new 
solace  to  disappointment  and  failure.  It  makes 
everything  good,  seem  enduring  and  everything 
that  is  not  good,  trivial  and  of  small  import.  It 
makes  the  hurried  transit  of  time  in  this  little 
life  seem  of  less  importance,  and  arouses  the 
heart  from  sad  reveries  over  broken  earthly  ties 
to  a  consciousness  of  renewed  friendships  and 
affections  in  worlds  beyond. 

For  those  who  have  always  longed  for  the  beau- 
tiful and  ideal,  while  compelled  to  live  in  sordid 
and  commonplace  surroundings,  it  gives  the  ex- 
quisite hope  of  compensation  for  disappointment 
and  reward  for  patience. 

All  hail  to  the  Cities  beyond! 

May  our  eyes  receive  the  inner  vision  to  behold 
them  while  we  are  yet  in  the  temporal  body  upon 
this  plane. 

And  a  new  name  shall  Science  henceforth  wear. 

The  Great  Religion  of  the  Universe. 

ELLA  WHEELER  WILCOX. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 
INTIMATIONS  OF  IMMORTALITY 

RE  was  a  time  when  meadow,  grove, 
and  stream, 
The  earth,  and  every  common  sight, 

To  me  did  seem 
Apparelled  in  celestial  light, 

The  glory  and  the  freshness  of  a  dream. 
It  is  not  now  as  it  has  been  of  yore; — 
Turn  wheresoe'r  I  may, 
By  night  or  day, 

The  things  which  I  have  seen  I  now  can  see  no 
more. 

The  rainbow  comes  and  goes, 

And  lovely  is  the  Rose, — 

The  Moon  doth  with  delight 
Look  round  her  when  the  heavens  are  bare; 

Waters  on  a  starry  night 
Are  beautiful  and  fair; 

The  sunshine  is  a  glorious  birth; 

But  yet  I  know  where'er  I  go, 
That  there  hath  passed  away  a  glory  from  the 
earth. 


Our  birth  is  but  a  sleep  and  a  forgetting; 
The  Soul  that  rises  with  us,  our  life's  star, 

Hath  had  elsewhere  its  setting, 

And  cometh  from  afar; 

Not  in  entire  forge tfulness, 

And  not  in  utter  nakedness, 
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But  trailing  clouds  of  glory  do  we  come 

From  God,  who  is  our  home; 
Heaven  lies  about  us  in  our  infancy! 
Shades  of  the  prison  house  begin  to  close 

Upon  the  growing  Boy, 
But  He  beholds  the  light,  and  whence  it  flows, 

He  sees  it  in  his  joy; 

The  youth,  who  daily  farther  from  the  east 
Must  travel,  still  is  Nature's  Priest, 
And  by  the  vision  splendid 
Is  on  his  way  attended; 
At  length  the  Man  perceives  it  die  away, 
And  fade  into  the  light  of  common  day. 

O  joy!  that  in  our  embers 
Is  something  that  doth  live, 
That  Nature  yet  remembers 
What  was  so  fugitive! 

The  thought  of  our  past  years  in  me  doth  breed 
Perpetual  benedictions;  not  indeed 

For  that  which  is  most  worthy  to  be  blessed; 
Delight  and  liberty,  the  simple  creed 
Of  Childhood,  whether  busy  or  at  rest, 
With  new-fledged  hope  still  fluttering  in  his 
breast; — 

Not  for  these  I  raise 
The  song  of  thanks  and  praise; 
But  for  those  obstinate  questionings 
Of  sense  and  outward  things, 
Falling  from  us,  vanishings, 

Black  misgivings  of  a  Creature 
Moving  about  in  worlds  not  realized, 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

High  instincts  before  which  our  mortal 

Nature 

Did  tremble  like  a  mortal  Thing  surprised ! 
But  for  those  first  affections, 
Those  shadowy  recollections, 
Which,  be  they  what  they  may, 
Are  yet  the  fountain  light  of  all  our  day, 
Are  yet  a  master  light  of  all  our  seeing; 
Uphold  us — cherish — and  have  power  to  make 
Our  noisy  years  seem  moments  in  the  being 
Of  the  eternal  Silence;  truths  that  wake, 

To  perish  never; 
Which  neither  listlessness,  nor  mad  endeavor, 

Nor  Man  nor  Boy, 
Nor  all  that  is  at  enmity  with  joy, 
Can  utterly  abolish  or  destroy! 
Hence,  in  a  season  of  calm  weather 

Though  inland  far  we  be, 
Our  souls  have  sight  of  that  immortal  sea 
Which  brought  us  hither, 
Can  in  a  moment  travel  thither, — 
And  see  the  children  sport  upon  the  shore, 
And  hear  the  mighty  waters  rolling  evermore. 
WILLIAM  WORDSWORTH. 


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^^     ^s  SAW  Eternity  the  other  night, 

Like  a  great  ring  of  pure  and  endless 

light, 

**~      ^      All  calm,  as  it  was  bright  .  - .    .    . 
This  ring  the  Bridegroom  did  for  none  provide, 
But  for  His  Bride. 

HENRY  VAUGHAN. 


THE  EARLY  habit  of  having  a  life  in  God,  above 
the  trials  and  occupations  of  the  world,  is  an 
all-sufficient  practical  proof  of  immortality. 
Every  triumph  over  the  flesh  is  a  help  to  realise 
after  death.  Shut  out  the  world.  Live  in  the 
consciousness  of  God,  and  you  will  know  of  the 
mysteries  of  life  and  death. 

MOZOOMDAR. 


[69] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 
A  VOICE  FROM  THE  WEST 

eooo-BvE,  Dave !    I  never  knew  you,  but 
— that  is  to  say 
I  never  held  your  hand  in  mine;  and 
yet,  the  other  day 
I  told  my  pardner  you's  a  faller  that  I'd  like  to 

know, 

Because  you've  give  us  lots  o'  pleasure  out  at 
Cross-Bar  O. 

Read  'most  ever' thing  you've  written,  and  'twas 

proper  stuff 
We'll  all  be  lonesome  now,  when  night  comes — 

most  of  us  are  rough 
An'  cuss,  an'  drink  an*  dig  up  hell  some,  but,  I'll 

tell  you  Dave, 
We've  got  respec'  for  all  good  women,  an'  we  hate 

a  knave! 

Lots  o'  ideas  you  have  give  us  that  we'd  never  Ve 

had 
If  that  man-paper  that  you  wrote  fur  (an'  it  ain't 

half  bad) 
Should  'a'  missed  us.    But  each  Sad'day,  out  at 

Cross-Bar  O 
We'd  gether  roun*  the  cayuse  mail-hoss  an'  ol' 

Injun  Jo. 

Well,  Dave,  boy,  a  coward  got  ye — damn  his 

lights  and  hide! 
An'  if  he  hadn't  gone  with  ye  over  the  Divide, 

[701 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

I  sure  would  pack  my  kit  tomorrer,  an*  I'd  hit 

his  trail, 
Nor  stop,  nor  rest,  until  I'd  fixed  *im  if  I  went 

to  jail! 

Mighty  lonesome!    When  we  read  its  me  an* 

my  old  pard, 
Jes*  set  down  with  that  newspaper,  an'  we  took 

it  hard. 

Cussin'  didn't  ease  us  any;  whiskey  wouldn't  do; 
But  two  pipes  o*  strong  tobacker  helped  to  pull 

us  through. 

Good-Bye,    Dave! — Good-Bye!    My    gizzard's 
feelin'  mighty  queer 

Lord  I    But,  boy,  we'll  miss  you  powerful  in  this 
coming  year! 

Proud  to've  met  you — though  I've  never  seen 
you  with  my  eyes, 

Some  day — maybe  (now  I'm  gittin'  soft) — good- 
bye! good-bye! 

EDWIN  CARLILE  LITSEY. 

(After  reading  of  the  death  of  David  Graham  Phillips.) 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


OUR  LORD'S  death  ....  was  the  gath- 
ering up  of  the  mighty  love  of  God 
in  all  its  mass  behind  the  barrier,  that 
separated  the  Father's  soul  from  the 
confined  and  hampered  love,  poured  in  and 
flooded  the  hungry  soul  of  "whosoever  be- 
lieveth".  It  was  not  done  without  a  struggle. 
The  agony,  the  strong  cryings  and  tears,  the 
blood  and  insult  of  Gethsemane  and  Calvary,  are 
everlasting  pictures  of  what  it  cost.  But  it  was 
done.  I  hear  the  breaking  and  tearing  of  the 
obstacles  of  sin,  and  the  rush  of  great  love  set 
free  to  find  the  soul,  when  with  the  thin  voice  of 
the  dying  conquerer  that  cry  of  victory,  that, 
"It  is  finished"  was  spoken  so  loud  that  it  has 
pierced  through  history  and  rung  round  the 
world.  It  was  the  deepest  and  most  original  and 
spiritual  nature  of  God,  that  "love,"  which  "God 
is,"  breaking  through  every  encumbrance,  and 
declaring  itself  supreme.  This  is  the  triumph  of 
the  Christhood. 

PHILLIPS  BROOKS. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


OEATH  is   the   best  of  counsellors.    It 
tempers   the    ardor   of    our   feverish 
aspirations,  reconciles  us   to  defeats 
and  disappointments,  moderates  the 
exuberance  of  our  complacency  in  success,  and 
teaches  us  to  view  with  composure  the  lights  and 
shadows  of  the  earthly  scenes  through  which  we 
are  rushing  towards  the  shores  of  eternity. 
JAMES  CARDINAL  GIBBONS. 


173. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 
THE  COWBOY'S  PRAYER 

OLoRD,  I've  never  lived  where  churches 
grow, 
I  love  creation  better  as  it  stood 
That  day  you  finished  it  so  long  ago, 
And  looked  upon  your  work  and  called  it  good, 
I  know  that  others  find  you  in  the  light 
That  filters  down  through  tinted  window  panes. 
And  yet  I  seem  to  feel  you  near  tonight 
In  this  dim,  quiet  star-light  on  the  plains. 
I  thank  you,  Lord,  that  I  am  placed  so  well, 
That  you  have  made  my  freedom  so  complete, 
That  I  am  no  slave  to  whistle,  clock  or  bell 
Or  weak  eyed  prisoner  to  wall  or  street. 
Just  let  me  live  my  life  as  I've  begun 
And  give  me  work  that's  open  to  the  sky, 
Make  me  a  partner  of  the  wind  and  sun 
And  I  won't  ask  a  life  that's  soft  and  light, 
Let  me  be  easy  on  a  man  that's  down, 
And  make  me  square  and  generous  with  all, 
I'm  careless  sometimes,  Lord,  when  I'm  in  town, 
But  never  let  them  say  I'm  mean  or  small. 
Make  me  as  big  and  open  as  the  plains, 
As  honest  as  the  horse  between  my  knees, 
Clean  as  the  wind  that  blows  beyond  the  rains, 
Free  as  a  hawk  that  circles  down  the  breeze. 
Forgive  me,  God,  when  I  sometimes  forget. 
You  understand  the  reasons  that  are  hid, 
You  know  the  little  things  that  gall  and  fret, 
You  know  me  better  than  my  mother  did. 
Just  keep  an  eye  on  all  that's  done  and  said 

[74] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


Just  right  me  sometimes  when  I  turn  aside, 
And  guide  me  on  the  long  dim  trail  ahead 
That  stretches  upward  toward  the  great  divide. 


.75. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 
UNFALTERING 

dndlsav  at  it  were  a  sea  of  glass  mingled  with  fire. — REV.  xvr  2. 

I  WILL  not  falter;  Thou  dost  know 
The  way  in  which  my  feet  should  go; 
With  Thee  all  hope  and  all  desire 
Must  pass  that  sea  of  glass  and  fire. 

I  will  not  falter;  in  Thy  hand 

I  lay  my  own;  at  Thy  command 
To  tread  the  Wilderness  were  sweet, — 
O'er  blazing  stones,  with  bleeding  feet. 

I  will  not  falter,  but  fulfill 

The  purpose  Thy  heavenly  will 
Reveals  to  me,  as  day  by  day, 
This  marvelous  life  unfolds  its  way. 

I  will  not  falter;  thought  is  free, 

And  all  my  faith  looks  up  to  Thee; 
The  Mount  of  Vision  gleams  afar, 
And  o'er  it  shines  the  Bethlehem  star! 

LILIAN  WHITING. 


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VICTORY  CROWNED 

eoD  washes  the  eyes  by  tears,  until  they 
can  behold  the  invisible  land  where 
tears  shall  come  no  more. 
O   Good!    O  Affliction!  Ye   are   the 
guides  that  show  us  the  way  through  the  quiet 
airy  space  where  our  loved  ones  walked. 

HENRY  WARD  BEECHER. 


THE  FEAR  of  death  is  dreadful,  but  death  itself 
is  not  so. 

CARDINAL  BON  A. 

: 


177. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

is  only  one  way  to  get  ready 
f°r  immortality,  and  that  is  to 
love  this  life  and  live  it  as 
bravely  and  faithfully,  and  cheerfully 
as  we  can. 

HENRY  VAN  DYKE. 


As  UNDER  every  stone  there  is  moisture, 

So  under  every  sorrow  there  is  joy;  and  when 

we  understand  life  rightly,  we  see  that  sorrow 

after  all,  is  but  the  minister  of  joy.    Sorrow  is  a 

condition  of  time,  but  joy  is  the  condition  of 

eternity. 

ST.  BONAVENTURA. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


I  suffer  for  him  that  I  love?    So 
wouldst  Thou — so  wilt  thou! 
So  shall  crown  Thee  the  topmost,  in- 

effablest,  uttermost  crown — 
And  Thy  love  fill  infinitude  wholly,  nor  leave  up 

nor  down 
One  spot  for  the  creature  to  stand  in!    It  is  by 

no  breath, 
Turn  of  eye,  wave  of  hand,  that  salvation  joins 

issue  with  death! 
As  thy  Love  is  discovered  almighty,  almighty  be 

proved 
Thy  power,  that  exists  with  and  for  it,  of  being 

Beloved! 
He  who  did  most  shall  bear  most;  the  strongest 

shall  stand  the  most  weak. 
'Tis  the  weakness  in  strength  that  I  cry  for!  my 

flesh  that  I  seek 
In  the  Godhead!    I  seek  and  I  find  it.    O  Saul, 

it  shall  be 
A  Face  like  my  face  that  receives  thee:  a  Man 

like  to  me, 
Thou  shalt  love  and  be  loved  by,  forever:  a  Hand 

like  this  hand 

Shall  throw  open  the  gates  of  new  life  to  thee! 
See  the  Christ  stand! 

ROBERT  BROWNING. 


.79. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

NEVER  was  wedge  of  gold  that 
did  not  pass  the  fire:  There  never 
was  pure  grain  that  did  not  undergo 
the  flail Let  who  will,  hope 

to  walk  upon  roses  and  violets  to  the  throne  of 

heaven: 

O  Savior,  let  me  trace  Thee  by  the  track  of  Thy 

blood,  and  by  Thy  red  steps  follow  Thee  to  Thy 

eternal  rest  and  happiness. 

BISHOP  HALL. 


8c] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


IF   GOD   be   in   us,  dwelling  in   every 
thought    and   desire,   in   every   pure 
affection,  in  every  lovely  and  gracious 
feeling  of  our  hearts,  then  we  have 
eternal  life.    It  is  not  a  thing  to  be  looked  for- 
ward to:  it  is  a  thing  we  have  now. 

HENRY  VAN  DYKE. 


IF  THOU  wouldst  live  continually  in  the  pres- 
ence of  thy  Lord,  and  lie  in  the  dust,  He  would 
thence  take  thee  up:  descend  first  with  Him 
into  the  grave,  and  then  thou  mayst  ascend  with 
Him  to  glory. 

RICHARD  BAXTER. 


81] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


/OME  MEN  make  a  womanish  complaint 
^that  it  is  a  great  misfortune  to  die  be* 
fore  our  time.  I  would  ask  what 
time?  Is  it  that  of  nature?  But  she, 
indeed,  has  lent  us  life,  as  we  do  a  sum  of  money, 
only  no  certain  day  is  fixed  for  payment.  What 
reason  then  to  complain  if  she  demands  it  at 
pleasure,  since  it  was  on  this  condition  that  you 
received  it. 

CICERO. 


WHEN  EVERY  creature  shall  see  it  was  ever 
tended,  even  when  it  seemed  most  neglected: 
it  was  improved  to  the  best  advantage,  when 
it  seemed  most  cast  off:  it  could  never  have 
wished  so  well  for  itself,  as  it  is  provided  for: 
its  Death,  Life,  Misery,  Happiness,  were  all 
acted  under  a  veil,  and  were  none  of  them  what 
it  took  them  to  be,  but  were  all  of  them  what  it 
was  best  for  it  they  should  be  ....  Then,  at 
last,  when  all  is  done,  when  it  is  wholly  fin- 
ished,  then  the  meaning  of  all  these  things, 
the  mystery  of  God,  God  in  His  mystery, 
shall  be  opened:  and  then,  Eternal  Joy,  Ever- 
lasting Life,  shall  break  forth  1 

ISAAC  PENINGTON. 

[82] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


Y  SHOW  respect  for  the  dead  by  mak- 
mg  life  gloomier  for  the  living?  We 
have  a  system  of  robbing  Peter  to 
pay  Paul.  Paul  is  gone  and  nothing 

matters — Peter  remains  and  suffers. 
The  man  on  the  Great  White  Horse,  whose 

warning  we  must  all  some  day  heed,  goes  riding 

by. 

He  stops  at  a  house,  gets  off  his  steed,  knocks 
at  the  door.  When  he  resumes  his  journey  he 
doesn't  ride  alone.  There  is  sorrow  in  the  home 
left  behind. 

With  this  sorrow,  there  comes  always  a  regret 
that  there  was  ever  a  misunderstanding,  a  cold- 
ness, a  lack  of  attention,  a  denying  of  love  to  the 
one  who  rode  away.  With  this  regret  there 
comes  the  resolution  to  leave  nothing  undone 
to  show  that  the  one  who  is  gone  was  loved  and 
is  missed. 

"We  must  pay  respect  to  the  dead!" 
say  those  left  behind. 

The  one  who  rode  away  so  recently  loved  life 
and  sunshine. 

Those  who  are  left  behind  recognize  that  love 
by  piling  on  black. 

They  refuse  to  heed  the  objections  of  those 
who  are  gone,  to  such  burial  trappings. 

They  recognize  only  what  they  regard  as  the 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

rights  of  the  dead,  and  forget  the  rights  of  the 
living. 

In  other  words  they  rob  Peter  to  pay  Paul. 

Paul  is  gone. 

*  *        * 

If  they  shut  out  the  sunshine  from  their  homes, 
their  attire  and  their  countenances,  he  doesn't 
know  it.  In  the  land  he  has  reached  the  usages, 
the  facts  and  the  problems  of  this  life  have  no 
mode  of  entry. 

Nothing  they  can  do  now  will  add  to  his  due 
or  take  from  it. 

*  *        * 

But  what  they  do  does  make  a  difference  to 
the  living  Peter. 

*  *        * 

They  show  respect  to  the  dead  by  making  life 
gloomier  for  the  living.  They  darken  the  day 
for  the  living,  out  of  a  false  sense  of  duty  to  one 
who  has  gone. 

There  is  nothing  more  depressing  than  the 
sight  of  a  family  of  women  all  showing  respect 
to  one  who  is  gone. 

No  one  ever  saw  a  widowed  pillar  of  woe  on 
the  streets  without  a  sigh  of  regret  that  such 
things  are  possible  in  a  civilized  country. 

We  wear  mourning  not  out  of  respect  to  the 
dead,  as  we  claim,  but  because  we  are  afraid  of 
the  comments  of  the  living. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 

Unfortunately,  when  it  comes  to  tradition,  we 
haven't  any  sense  of  humor.  At  least  we 
haven't  enough  to  laugh  out  of  existence  a  very 
morbid  and  unhealthful  custom. 

FRANCIS  L.  GARSIDE. 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


THAT  love  beyond  the  world,  can- 
not  be  separated  by  it.  Death  cannot 
kill  what  never  dies.  Nor  can  spirits 
be  divided  that  live  and  love  in  the 
same  divine  principle:  the  root  and  record  of 
their  friendship.  If  our  absence  is  not  death, 
neither  is  theirs.  Death  is  but  crossing  the 
world,  as  friends  do  the  seas:  They  live  in  one 
another  still. 

WILLIAM  PENX. 


CAN  THE  last  parting  do  much  to  hurt  such 
friendships  between  good  souls,  who  have  so 
long  learnt  to  say  farewell,  to  love  in  absence, 
to  trust  through  silence,  and  to  have  faith  in  re- 
union? 

MRS.  EWIXG. 


86; 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


DATURE  has  no  more  inspiring  truth  for 
us  than  this  constant  and  complete 
enfolding  of  our  life  by  a  higher  and 
vaster  life;  this  unbroken  play  of  a 
divine  purpose  and  force  through  us.  Nothing 
is  lost,  nothing  really  dies;  all  things  are  con- 
served by  an  energy  which  transforms,  reorgan- 
izes, and  perpetuates  in  new  and  finer  forms  all 
visible  things.  The  silence  of  winter  counter- 
feits the  repose  of  death,  but  it  is  not  even  a 
pause  of  life;  invisibly  to  us  the  great  movement 
goes  on  in  the  earth  under  our  feet.  While  we 
watch  by  our  household  fires,  the  unseen  archi- 
tects are  planning  the  summer  and  the  sublime 
march  of  the  stars  is  noiselessly  bringing  back 
the  bloom  and  the  perfume  that  seems  to  have 
vanished  forever.  Every  day  morning  restores 
something  we  thought  lost,  recalls  some  charm 
that  seemed  to  have  escaped. 

HAMILTON  WRIGHT  MABIE. 
( Under  the  Trees  and  Elsewhere.) 


[87] 


VICTORY  CROWNED 


IN  THIS  age  the  noble  soul  renders  itself 
unto  God,  and  awaits  the  end  of  this 
life  with  much  desire;  and  to  itself  it 
seems  that  it  goes  out  from  the  inn  to 
return  to  the  Father's  mansion;  to  itself  it  seems 
to  have  come  to  the  end  of  a  long  journey  and  to 
have  reached  the  City;  to  itself  it  seems  to  have 
crossed  the  wide  sea  and  to  have  returned  into 
the  port. 

DANTE. 


I  THINK  that  the  two  things  above  all  others 
that  have  made  men  n  all  ages  believe  in  immor- 
tality ....  have  been  the  broken  loves  and 
broken  friendships  of  the  world. 

THACKERAY. 


INDEX 


Index 

ANON  DANTE 

The  Cowboy's  Prayer,  74         Selection,  88 

ARNOLD,  MATTHEW  DRESSER,  HORATIO  W. 

Immortality,  34  Introduction,  ix 

BAXTER,  RICHARD  Selection,  41 

Selection,  7  Selection,  46 

Selection,  81  Selection,  57 

BEECHER,  HENRY  WARD  EWING,  MRS. 

Selection,  77  Selection,  86 

BLACK,  HUGH  FELLOWES,  PAGE 

Selection,  3  A  Few  Remarks,  vn 

BONA,  CARDINAL  Selection,  vin 

Selection,  77  Selection,  55 

BROOKS,  PHILLIPS  FLEMING,  CANON 

Selection,  32  Selection,  21 

Selection,  72  FROHMAN  DANIEL 
BROWNING,  ELIZABETH  BAR-     His  Last  Words,  16 

RETT  GARSIDE,  FRANCIS  L. 

From  De  Profundis,  35  Selection,  83 

BROWNING,  ROBERT  GATTY,  ALFRED 

Prospice,  14  Selection,  5 

From  Saul,  79  GIBBONS,  JAMES  CARDINAL 
CAMPBELL,  REV.  R.  J.  Selection,  6 

The  Value  of  Praying  for  the    \       :t!on»  37 

Ideal,  22  Selection,  7;> 

Selection,  37  G°*THE  ,  .     Q..     n 

CHANNING,  WILLIAM  ELLERY      *$*  °f  the  *****  °Ver  thc 

01      •  waters.  40 

^Selection,  19  HALL,  BISHOP 

Selection,^ 

Selection,  82  Selection,  80 

CLARKE,  JAMES  FREEMAN  HALL,  CHARLES  CUTHBERT 

Selection,  12  Selection,  17 

Selection,  24  HALL,  ROBERT 

Selection,  45  Selection,  31 

CRANE,  DR.  FRAKK  HAPGOOD,  HUTCHINS 

The  Wages  of  Going  On,  47       Death,  58 

[90] 


INDEX 

HUGO,  VICTOR  SENECA 

Selection,  25  Selection,  44 

A'KEMPIS,  THOMAS  SMITH,  J.  PATTERSON 

Selection,  44  Selection,  13 

LITSEY,  EDWIN  CARLILE  Selection,  52 

A  Voice  from  the  West,  70  SOCRATES 
LONGFELLOW,  HENRY  WADS-      Selection,  50 

WORTH  STEVENSON,  ROBERT  Louis 

Resignation,  27  Requiem,  4 

LYTTON,  BULWER  TENNYSON,  ALFRED  LORD 

Selection,  42  Selection,  37 

MABIE,  HAMILTON  WRIGHT         Selection,  61 

From  Under  the  Trees  and  THACKERAY,  WILLIAM  M. 

Elsewhere,  87  Selection,  88 

MAETERLINCK,  MAURICE  VAN  DYKE,  HENRY 

Selection,  19  Selection,  78 

MOZOOMDAR  Selection,  81 

Selection,  69  VAUGHAN,  HENRY 
MYERS,  FREDERICK  WATT  Selection,  69 

Immortality,  26  WHITING,  LILIAN 
PENN,  WILLIAM  From  Lilies  of  Kternal 

Selection,  86  JJj»«*  l6 

PENINGTON,  ISAAC  *bid»  ?° 

Selection,  82  Sdection,  51 

0  Selection,  76 

PHELPS,  ELIZABETH  STUART  WHITMAN  WALT 

Selection,  33  Assurances,  38 

PHILLIPS,  STEPHEN  WILCOX,  ELLA  WHEELER 

From  The  New  Inferno,  43  «  Selection,  62 

R- ,  A.  W.  Wis.  V;  15-16 

The   Blessings  of  Bereave-      Selection,  25 

ment,  8  WORDSWORTH,  WILLIAM 
Selection,2o  The  Noble  Living  and  the 

That  Which  Is  To  Be,  53         Noble  Dead,  Frontispiece 
SAINT  BONOVENTURA,  Intimations  of  Immortality, 

Selection,  78  66 


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